A Cafe Encounter
I met Pete while having lunch in a small town diner last October. That's not unusual, because my husband and I meet lots of folks in diners when we travel. But this encounter had so many connections to the past.
I met Pete while having lunch in a small town diner last October. That's not unusual, because my husband and I meet lots of folks in diners when we travel. But this encounter had so many connections to the past.
Back to Eminence
 | My first trip to this Missouri Ozark town was in 1977. I was 19 and totally charmed by a farmer I met, named Freeman. My memories of Freeman lead to the creation of this very Stranger Blog! http://thebethlists.weebly.com/55-strangers/1-freeman-hughes-a-farmer-in-eminence-missouri |
Bob's Cafe
I was with fellow college students when we entered the cafe and struck up a conversation with Freeman and his coffee drinking buddies.
Where's the Cafe?
I was sad to discover, Bob's was no longer a cafe. I so wanted to sit in the saggy vinyl booths and order the blue plate special, which was once $1.25 and strike up a conversation with a local.
Ruby's
Ruby's was the only place with an OPEN sign. When we entered at 1:30 the waitress was clearing out the buffet and it took her a long time to decide that it would be okay to order off the menu. As we settled into a corner table I began to recognize this building. I remembered this place as a cluttered general store, walls and shelves crammed with everything from chainsaws and canoe paddles to furs and guns.
Meeting Pete
Pete had finished his lunch and was listening, when Don asked the waitress what was good. Pete interrupted, "Everything!" It was clear that Pete had the time to chat. And we did. I couldn't help but notice Pete's overalls and remember the worn out pair Freeman wore when I met him. I asked if Pete he was local and then told him about my visit way back when.
 | Of course Pete knew Freeman! In fact, Freeman's son Frank, had been Pete's teacher back in the early sixties. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around this. Pete was nearly as old as Freeman when I met him. How could he be young enough to be taught by Freeman's son? Then I remembered that I wasn't 19 anymore, sitting in this cafe. Pete jabbered on, answering my questions about what happened to the cafe and what was it like living in Eminence now? |
Selling Wood
Pete didn't seem much different than the small town folk I remember from nearly 40 years ago. He seemed content about his life, selling firewood from a big green truck. We finished up and said good-bye. I spotted his truck parked next to the Shannon County Jailhouse. The wood had been sold, but I saw his chair. "Sometimes I just park the truck beside the road till someone wants to buy some wood." he had told me.
Thanks, Pete!
 | It had been a little sad pulling into this small town that I remembered like a vague dream. It was nice to find someone who could verify my memories. And you told me Freeman's son still lives in town. He would be 87! If only I'd had time to meet him! |
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